Short stories that tickle the imagination, warm your heart or "make you want to explode"................................ ....................**This is a non political blog designed for easy reading. It is also free and that has to be a plus.................................................Some stories will contain " blue language" and are rated "R" by the author..
this year’s Turkey Day I said something or did something that put me in the dog
house with my wife.Being the stubborn
person that I am I refused to ask her just what I did?
I was in the wrong and she was in the right, which is the natural result of a
domestic spat, we began a period of silent meditation.I am sure that she would say something more
like I was being blessed with “the silent treatment”.
What she didn’t
realize was that I was smack dab in the middle of my NaNoWriMo project and was
very happy to be left alone.To be real
truthful I was ecstatic.I wrote for
hours without one “Honey-do” finding its way to my hide away.
I did have to
make my own B-L-D’s.No, that’s not a
bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich.It’s
breakfast, lunch and dinner.Just to
prove that I am not a complete cad, I continued to take care of my normal
chores of doing the dishes and picking up the dog poop.
But, it was a
fair trade-off because as you already know, I did finish my writing project.
middle of November I decided that I was spending too much time sitting on my
ample back side and pretending to be a writer so I began a walking and exercise
program.My goal was and is to lose some
weight and to be in a little better shape.
Notice that I
used the words some and little.That was
on purpose because by using those words I cannot fail.Any amount of exercise that I perform
guarantees me of being in a little better shape.After my first morning walk I had succeeded
in obtaining my “better shape” goal.
weight” was and is a more difficult goal but I knew that if I gave up donuts
for just one week and continued to walk that I would lose weight and I
did.So far I have lost three whole pounds.
I know it’s not
like those people on TV but I can’t afford the weight trainers they have and I
have already succeeded.Any more
improvement is just gravy on my potatoes or the cherry on my hot fudge sundae.
Oh…no more gravy
and potatoes or hot fudge sundaes?What
have I done to myself?
Yes, we are
talking again and she has joined me on my morning walks.Her only response to my new fitness program
was short and simple.
“I’ve told you
to do this for months.” Was the argument
with my wife a plot?Did she trick me? Naturally, being
a man and a husband, I will never know but somehow I suspect that she did.